Jéla

“Miss Vida" Liam said "has anyone never told you that you are positively the whipped cream on the sundae of life?"
She glared at him."Anyone ever told you your head is shaped like a pencil?"
"That is physically impossible," Chubs groused."He'd be__"
"Actually Liam began, "Cole once did try to__ What?"
"Oh,I'm sorry," Chubs said, "apparently the middle of my sentence interrupted the beginning of yours. Do continue.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade

“I can't--I can't think about anything or anyone else," he whispered. A hand drifted up, dragging back through his hair. "I can't think straight when you're around. I can't sleep. It feels like I can't breathe--I just--"
"Liam, please," I begged. "You're tired. You're barely over being sick. Let's just... Can we just go back to the others?"
"I love you." He turned toward me, that agonized expression still on his face. "I love you every second of everyday, and I don't understand why, or how to make it stop--"
He looked wild with pain; it pinned me in place, even before what he had said registered in my mind.
"I know it's wrong; I know it down to my damn bones. And I feel like I'm sick. I'm trying to be a good person, but I can't. I can't do this anymore.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade

“You dress to impress," I said approvingly.
"No, Angel." He leaned in, his teeth softly grazing my ear. "I undress to impress.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

“I have a higher and grander standard of principle than George Washington. He could not lie; I can, but I won't.”
― Mark Twain